Chapter 147: Sanji: I Have a New Dream!
Under everyone's watchful eyes,
Fang Yi casually picked up an empty plate and covered it with a lid.
It looked like child's play—like kids pretending to cook.
"That's it?"
Even Sanji frowned, starting to feel like he was being mocked.
Patty, boiling with rage, was already about to throw this lying guest out of the restaurant—and maybe land a punch or two on the way.
Bang!
The battle-hardened cook who could even take down pirates was tossed like a rag doll.
He crashed through several tables and left a massive hole in the wall.
The dainty little girl—who looked like a porcelain doll—still had her finger extended.
With puffed cheeks and a pout, Afu grumbled, "My master didn't take advantage of you."
She could sense the source energy in the dish under the cloche.
It was roughly equivalent to the ingredients Baratie had just used.
"One finger…?"
The regulars who had wanted to speak up all backed away.
The cooks readied their cleavers and pans. They'd dealt with unruly diners before—people who picked fights just to get out of paying.
But…
They glanced at Patty, bruised and swollen, crawling back through the hole in the wall.
Even their knife grips were trembling.
They had never seen anyone knock Patty—Baratie's third-strongest fighter—flying with a single finger.
Not even pirates with bounties in the tens of millions could do that.
"Afu."
Fang Yi ruffled the white-haired girl's head, gently pulling her back.
She might look silly and sweet, but ever since Fang Yi had fused with two fragments of the Corrupted Worlds, she too had been elevated.
In the now-opened Tier 2 world of Arad, she might not be top-tier, but sweeping through the Pirate World was no problem.
Tension hung in the air.
A cook whispered to a waiter, "Go get Head Chef Zeff. Tell him there's trouble."
Zeff, a retired pirate who had sailed the Grand Line, may have lost a leg, but his strength was still formidable.
Sanji had learned most of his fighting skills from him.
Fang Yi overheard but didn't seem to mind.
He smiled. "Why don't you open it and try it?"
"You want me to lift the lid?"
Sanji gave him a strange look. He'd seen it was an empty plate. Now he was supposed to play along?
Fang Yi nodded. "That's right. This is cooking from a higher realm."
Sanji frowned, annoyed he'd wasted so much time on someone spouting nonsense.
"That's enough. Since I fell for your talk, I'll let the bill—"
He reached out to lift the lid, ready to expose the hoax.
Buzz…
The moment he cracked open the cloche, golden light burst out.
Everyone—diners and chefs alike—was momentarily blinded by the brilliance pouring from beneath the lid.
Steam mixed with radiant light rose into the air, forming dazzling golden clouds.
"From the distant Eastern Continent, the signature dish of Master Chef Belle of Shu River's Chrysanthemum House…"
"Golden Fried Rice."
A rich aroma filled the entire restaurant.
It hit the senses with such force that the regulars couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
"I smell wild greens… and the rich nuttiness of sesame?"
"Is that fried rice? I smell eggs and rice… but how could it smell this good?"
Baratie wasn't cheap.
Anyone who dined here regularly had money—and had long grown bored of ordinary delicacies.
Fried rice? They'd had it with seafood, truffles, rare game—you name it.
But they had never smelled anything like this.
Fang Yi wasn't surprised by their reaction.
In the world of Cooking Master Boy, Belle was a top-tier chef, viewed as a mortal enemy by even the Dark Cooking Society.
The Golden Fried Rice recipe had been passed down by her.
While the version here was from a young Mao Xing before becoming a Special Chef, it was still enough to utterly crush every dish in the Pirate World.
Clatter.
The lid fell to the ground.
Sanji's hands trembled. The golden glow reflecting in his eyes left him speechless.
"A dish that shines like gold… what is this?"
His heart pounded like it was going to burst.
Years of experience told him—there was something strange in that light.
And the smell alone…
Millions of Berries for fried rice?
Yet this fried rice looked so divine that just the aroma outclassed every gourmet meal they had ever tasted.
Gulp.
The sounds of swallowing echoed through the restaurant.
No one even questioned how such a magnificent dish had appeared in what was clearly an empty plate moments ago.
"Sir, do you have any more of that Golden Fried Rice? I'll pay whatever you want."
A customer, eyes glazed over with longing, looked at the plate like it held treasure.
This one had been sold to Baratie for five million, so he wasn't dumb enough to offer the same deal.
Instead, he cleverly asked if there was a second helping.
Fang Yi smiled politely and shook his head. "Only one."
Then he turned to the stunned Sanji and gestured. "Go ahead."
"The golden grains are coated in sweet egg yolk. The rice is perfectly stir-fried, every grain distinct. And the wild greens and sesame…"
Sanji regained composure and picked up a spoonful.
With his superior culinary instincts, he quickly figured out the general method behind the Golden Fried Rice.
It required top-tier cooking skill, yes. But the process wasn't overly complicated.
He believed he could recreate it himself.
But… why did it smell so good? What was with the golden glow?
Curious, Sanji took a bite.
His pupils trembled.
In his mind bloomed images of breathtaking mountains, pagodas, and endless rooftops—like seeing Shu River's beauty firsthand, though he had never been there.
The taste pierced his soul. He swore he could hear music playing softly beside his ears.
He came back to himself, trembling, eyes filled with awe and confusion.
"How can a dish like this even exist?"
"I told you. Your cooking is at the peak of ordinary chefs."
"This dish… is beyond the limits of the ordinary."
It was a difference of world rules—or rather, world traits.
In the Cooking Master Boy universe, most source energy was tied to legendary utensils and top chefs.
Chefs who could create such cuisine were like Swordmasters or awakened Devil Fruit users in the Pirate World—core figures of the world.
There, cooking and chefs were the pillars of existence. The entire world's laws evolved around cuisine.
Their food, like Haki, infused with soul and will.
No ordinary chef could compete.
"Transcendent cuisine!"
Sanji devoured the fried rice in a whirlwind, tears streaming down his face.
After hearing tales of the All Blue—a sea with ingredients from all four oceans—he'd found a new dream:
To master the kind of cooking that created food beyond the limits of the world.
Perfect.
Fang Yi smiled as he watched Sanji's expression change—
from doubt, to shock, to wild passion.
It seemed the Golden Fried Rice had done its job.
Soon, the man who would become one of the Straw Hat Pirates' three main fighters—Black Leg Sanji—
would be a die-hard player of the Samsara Game.
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